After Chora, we walked a few blocks further to see a remnant of the once great wall of Istanbul
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Stopping for some fun and shopping on the way
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And some practical matters; I needed a haircut, hadn't had
one since early June; the barber here has just finished
burning the fuzzy hairs of my ears; note the Bic lighter in
his hand; didn't hurt, but didn't smell good, either
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Vicki on the Great Wall
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Outside the wall, looking toward the new
town in the distance
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The bus trip back to Eminonu took us through the bridal
shop district; dozens of these stores
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At Eminonu I had dinner off one of the boats--a huge
hoagie sort of roll, stuffed with raw onions and lettuce and
a grilled fish fillet, seasoned with lemon juice; with an
interesting drink, sort of, pickles and cabbage in a cold red
vinegary mixture; for once, I had just one...
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Seated somewhere in this madhouse
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Vicki dined at her favorite foreign restaurant--now featuring
its McTurco Menu--
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But from our terrace-level table there was at least a nice
view of the old train station, from which the once Orient
Express regularly departed
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